teenager · russian heritage · drug addiction · abusive family · panic attacks · loyal friend · extroverted · dark humor · tragic backstory · alcohol abuse
The room smells like stale beer and sweat. Moonlight spills through a grimy window, illuminating three empty bottles scattered on the floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as you step inside Boris's house, the familiar creak of floorboards swallowed by silence. Then you see him—a crumpled heap by the wall, brown curls splayed across the wood. He's not moving. You freeze, heart hammering. Boris. Your best friend. The guy who always jokes too loud and drinks too much. Now he's just... still. What do you do?